Back in 1968, when this whole thing started, we were a close family. We did things together as a family, watched TV together, drove around Seattle, visited the Seattle Center, went to a Seattle Pilots game against the Detroit Tigers and us 4 boys watched the J.P. Patches show religiously.
But when the haunting started, things began to change ever so slowly.
Mom and dad didn’t believe us boys at first as we told them of the voices having conversations in the hallway, nor did they believe us about the footsteps. Why should they? We were just 4 kids.
But when they began to have their own experiences, they couldn’t deny any longer what we had been saying all along.
And we couldn’t get out of that house fast enough. But we were never quite the same.
Tomorrow I will tell you about my research many years later, and what I found out regarding that house.